which makes it easier for the sun to carry them by their feet
(First published in Password.)
Category: Haiku
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a tiny tune from the washing machine who cares
(First published in Modern Haiku.)
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a man from another autumn unable to name all the colors
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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fetid wind from the belch of the cave
dweller’s Tupperware(First published in The Pan Haiku Review.)
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never managed to apologize to
the heat(First published in The Pan Haiku Review.)
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the dreams of sea urchins and all the flowers we could be when
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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a yam hand axe half-peeled in my neanderthal claw
(First published in The Pan Haiku Review.)
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the sweaty moon dreams of karaoke in winter
(First published in Modern Haiku.)
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sentences, unlike elephant steps, holding up my pants,
(First published in Bones.)
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the day Caesar dies a pink seagull in baby-colored air
(First published in The Pan Haiku Review.)
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her laugh tickles the sweaty moon in an inappropriate locale
(First published in Bones.)
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red the dog barks at sunset clouds but not forever
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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depending on the red chair on the porch the downpour
(First published in Modern Haiku.)
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the way the night gloveless treats this body full of holes
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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our breath confines four geese to a field covered in ice
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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scratching at an image an inch beneath the ice of my chest
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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slow syrup in my sternum sweetens the lost leaves’ silver session
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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the false concierge replenished by bright chaos
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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how much water do I have to drink before the statue
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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in my throat all the squirrels of autumn
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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back from the moon again this icicle laughter in my hair
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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the acrid music of the false concierge at dawn
(First published in Bones.)
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partly sunny and less humid with an appalling face in the clouds
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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Venus over my shoulder on sharp frozen earth these uncut toes
(First published in Modern Haiku.)
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my hand sways a rhyme in cursive air above the first bluet
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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distilled from the red stain he shook from bright spider silk
(First published in Bones.)
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enough ink for a single letter. Having lured the neighbor,
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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where the skin grows thin a sharp moon pokes through bare branches
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
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something other than the hook in your mouth? Hold the end of this
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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her toaster,
now a senator, votes on
the moon’s independence
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XXXXXXX, whose job curses us. In sister cities of emerging-market stars,
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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